Lin Xi bought the paintings out of a sense of justice, and she couldn't bear to see Wang Ling, a master of sand painting art, being bullied, she didn't know how valuable these paintings were, so when Roberts paid 300,000 yuan to buy paintings from her, she also happily agreed and gave Roberts the spring tree and autumn frost picture. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before the painting arrived, he earned 100,000 yuan in a blink of an eye, and the fool didn't do it.

"May I ask who painted these paintings?" Of course, you have to know who painted the paintings when you buy them as gifts, otherwise it will be bad if the elders can't answer them.

"Well, I drew it." Wang Ling didn't want to hide it, he couldn't say that it was painted by Tang Bohu, who knew who Tang Bohu was.

"Wow, this teacher can not only paint with sand, but also play ink painting so well?"

"It turns out that it's really not the work of a master, it's so powerful at such a young age!" An uncle said.

"Just paint a picture and sell it for hundreds of thousands!! Do I want my son to study art too? "It's an aunt.

"Come on, you think everyone can be a painter? Your son writes so ugly, and he still wants to be a painter? Another one who came with the aunt teased.

Watching the lively crowd burst into amazement.

"It's impossible to !!" Wu Pengyou shouted, although he was a member of the Artists Association, his painting skills were average, and he didn't believe that the young man in front of him, who was only in his early twenties, could paint such a beautiful painting. He gave Xiao Yu beside him a look.

Xiao Yu, as his nephew, immediately understood when he saw his uncle's eyes, and took advantage of Wang Ling's back to him to talk to everyone, took off his glasses, walked to the picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix, and used his glasses to face the painting.

July in the capital was full of heat, and today there was a big sun, and the sunlight passed through the lenses of the glasses, focusing on the painting, but in a few seconds, the drawing paper burned.

As soon as Xiao Yu saw that it was done, he immediately put on his glasses and flashed a few steps to the side.

"Look!!"

"It's burning!!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

Wang Ling looked back and was also startled, but he didn't react yet. I saw Xiao Qiang beside him running in front of the painting in a few steps, splashing a few times on the painting with the mineral water in his hand, and finally extinguished the small fire on the painting.

"Why did it burn?"

"Burned a hole."

"Hundreds of thousands, it's gone."

"My heart aches!"

"My flesh hurts!"

"It's not yours, why do you feel heartache? What does the flesh hurt? ”

The crowd around them began to talk nonsense.

"My painting, my picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix, this is burned, even the bird's head is gone, what should I do?" Lin Xi walked to the painting and looked at the painting, then turned his head again, and looked at Wang Ling pitifully.

Wang Ling was also speechless for a while.

At this time, Wu Pengyou, who was sneering on the side, spoke: "Girl, don't worry, isn't this painting painted by this little brother, you just let him paint another one." ”

Wang Ling glanced at Wu Pengyou, and then at Lin Xi, who was looking at him pitifully.

"Okay, I'll draw another one, but there's no pen and paper!"

"This is an antique city, and it's not easy to get pen and paper." Wu Pengyou still didn't believe that this painting was painted by Wang Ling, and wanted him to make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

"I have it in my store, and our family sells this, so I can have any pen and paper I want." There was a proprietor in the crowd who opened a shop in Panjiayuan, and seeing that there were many people here, he handed over the business of the store to the buddy and ran to see the excitement himself.

Wang Ling followed the shopkeeper to his shop, selected the paper and pencil for painting, brought a large table, and then spread a piece of high-quality rice paper made in Xuanzhou, and placed a few pens on the side.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, let his mind empty, and quickly sketched the framework of the Hundred Birds and Phoenixes in his mind.

When his eyes opened, he picked up a pen in his left and right hands, glued colored ink, and waved it quickly on the drawing paper, the speed was amazing, even if Tang Bohu was reborn and then painted a picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix, he did not have this speed.

The two brushes seemed to be scribbling on the paper in a disorderly manner, and after a while, they changed to other colors of pens and continued to paint, so in less than half an hour, the picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix could already see the prototype.

"Awesome!"

"Bow left and right!"

"Great!!"

The surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded, and they didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of affecting Wang Ling's painting, so they just whispered on the side.

Wu Pengyou and his nephew Xiaoyu were also speechless, Wang Ling's painting skills were completely beyond their imagination, as far as they knew, no one in the painting world could paint like this.

Lin Xi was also excited, holding the mobile phone tightly with both hands, in the process of filming, for fear that his hands would tremble and make the drawing paste, and his professional ethics were undoubtedly revealed.

Roberts and his foreigner friends can put a fist in their mouths.

After a short while, the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Diagram was finally completed, Wang Ling took out his seal, sighed in his mouth, and stamped it vigorously in the upper left corner.

"It's done, give." Wang Ling handed the painting to Lin Xi beside him.

The ink hadn't dried yet, and the painting couldn't be rolled up yet, so Lin Xi had to carefully slip it in his hand, for fear that the painting would be destroyed again.

"In our hometown, three is an auspicious number, and then I will draw a picture and give it to you, and I will not charge money." After speaking, he laid out another piece of rice paper on the table.

"Who's got a big handkerchief? Lend me a favor, thank you. ”

"I have." An aunt handed over a large square scarf, "What is it for?" ”

Wang Ling didn't say anything, just smiled slightly.

This time, instead of using colored ink or holding a pen in both hands, he folded the square scarf, covered his eyes, tied it with force, then grabbed a pen, glued black ink, and quickly drew six shrimp on rice paper, and then stamped them, which took less than five minutes in total.

I saw that the six shrimps in the painting were in different shapes, lifelike, smart and lively, full of charm, which was the shrimp picture of Qi Baishi in the previous life.

"Blind drawing!"

"Is that all right?"

"Is there a mistake?"

"Niubi!"

The audience exclaimed again, and they were all amazed by Wang Ling's skills.

Roberts's mouth had not yet closed, and he decided to keep the painting he had bought, knowing that this young man in front of him would become famous in the near future, and would become a great painter, and his 300,000 would multiply more than a hundredfold in the future.

"Your painting is very ordinary! Don't think that blind drawing is amazing, it's not that difficult. Wu Pengyou's face was pale, but he refused to admit defeat.

"Yes, you are at the level of a three-legged cat, and you have the ability to fight with our Master Wu." Nephew Xiaoyu immediately came out to help.

The surrounding crowd also coaxed together, shouting better than ah, faster than ah.

You are stupid, what do I compare to him, it is really a pig teammate, Wu Pengyou turned his head and glared at his nephew, and his left hand quietly reached out to his nephew's thigh and pinched him.

Xiao Yu bared his teeth in pain, but he didn't dare to speak again.

"Uh~That~What, uh~ As a member of the Artists Association, a senior in the art world, of course I can't bully the small, another day, another day, I'll take the time to guide you." He knew how many catties he had, so naturally he didn't dare to compare with him.

"Huh." Wang Ling laughed angrily at him.

"That~ what, I still have something to do today, let's go first." After finishing speaking, he pulled Xiaoyu and walked quickly, and he dared to be a professional race walker at that speed, and disappeared from people's sight as soon as he slipped away.

"I know this Master Wu, his paintings are amazing." As a media worker, Lin Xi has a much wider range of knowledge than ordinary people.

"Really?" "How good is the drawing?" The masses were skeptical.

"His paintings are like life, they are worthless if they are painted well, and they are worthless if they are not painted well." Hearing Lin Xi belittle Wu Pengyou so much, everyone also laughed.

"Thank you for your support, the paintings are all sold out, and it's time for us to close the stall, thank you."

Seeing that there was no excitement to see, the crowd slowly dispersed.

In the end, only Lin Xi, Roberts and his friends remained.

They asked Wang Ling for a bank account number, transferred the account, and found a calligraphy and painting shop in the antique city together, framed the paintings, left each other's phone numbers, and added WeChat.

"Master Wang, I'm a reporter, can I give you an interview?" Roberts and his friend said goodbye and left first, but Lin Xi still followed Wang Ling.

Wang Ling happily agreed. Lin Xi is not only his big customer, but he still has to give this face, not to mention that this is still a beauty, and it is always pleasant to chat with beautiful women.

The two took Xiaoqiang to find a bubble tea shop, ordered three drinks, and found a secluded corner to sit down.

"Mr. Wang Ling, your sand painting is amazing, creating a precedent for an art form, and the painting skills are also breathtaking, can you ask who you learned from?" Lin Xi skillfully clicked on the recording function of the mobile phone.

"This king is self-taught, hahaha~" Wang Ling is the most unpopular, and he began to get nervous as soon as he held it.

Hearing Wang Ling call himself this king, Lin Xi smiled slightly, and then asked, "What kind of work are you doing now, and do you plan to hold an art exhibition?" “

"I'm a freelancer, so I don't have any plans for an exhibition yet, so I'll talk about it when I have the chance."

"That's a shame!"

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"The seal on your painting is engraved with the Oriental Sect Master, can you ask what the origin is? It sounds quite emotional. Of course, there are no Jin Yong's novels in this world, and naturally no one has heard of the name of the Oriental Sect Master, but the name Wang Ling does not come from Master Jin's novels.

"Well, the university I went to was New Oriental Drama University, and I was the president of the student council for a semester when I was in school, and my classmates respected me as the leader."

Wang Ling did serve as the president of the student union, but during his tenure, he often used the power in his hands to bully new students. After crossing over, Wang Ling also had previous memories, but he was embarrassed to say it. I just felt that this title was hanging to the sky, and I engraved this seal after drawing these three paintings.

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An hour later, Lin Xi's interview ended, and Wang Ling took Xiaoqiang home.

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"Uncle, I've made a lot of money today, let's go eat something delicious, right?"

"Why don't you know who this money will go into in the end. Uncle is still poor and white! ”

"Then I'll invite my uncle, I have money." Xiaoqiang didn't seem to understand, and patted his bag to say that he was rich.

"......, you're so sensible."